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CHAPTER 3 THE SPACE INTELLIGENCES SPEAK - TED OWENS – 1972 Suppose a man came to you and said that an earthquake would strike the California coast in a few days, and the very next day, a big earthquake on the California coast is reported in all the papers. Then the man comes to you again and says that in two weeks time, on Halloween, he will try to cause a UFO to be seen and reported in the newspapers. And sure enough, on Halloween night, a UFO is seen by numerous persons in Camden, N.J., headed for Philadelphia (where the man making these predictions then lived). It is written up in the newspapers, just as the man said it would be. The same man comes to you and says that in the days ahead, an early hurricane will appear off Florida. Five days later, a hurricane (Alma) appears, and hits Florida - the earliest hurricane in history to do so. When Hurricane Inez is born, this man comes to you and tells you that, contrary to what the Weather Bureau says, Inez will turn right at Cuba and go to the US. It does. Then, contrary to what the Weather Bureau says, the man says the hurricane will back up and take the same track Hurricane Betsy took last year, which Inez does. The man comes to you and says that in the near future, President Johnson will have a breakdown in health. Within 120 days, an unexpected public announcement is made that Johnson will need to have surgery. This same fellow then says that an attack on our warships in Vietnam is imminent. And sure enough, two days later, North Vietnamese torpedo boats strike with a sneak attack at our aircraft carriers. You are told that within just days, a UFO will be seen flying over Philadelphia. In six days, the now famous "Fireball Over the East Coast" is written up in all of the national magazines and papers. Then he comes to you and says that in the near future, the U.S. will suffer a naval catastrophe involving aircraft carriers or submarines. Within 120 days, the U.S. aircraft carrier Criskany burns, and the U.S. nuclear sub Nautilus crashes into the U.S. aircraft carrier Essex. Altogether, there are ten U.S. catastrophes involving aircraft carriers and submarines within this period of time. But all of these miraculous predictions are nothing new to you, because this same man has been doing this same thing for years! You would like to try and pooh-pooh all this, but you cannot, because you know the man has given you the predictions in writing, ahead of the events, and you know that he has also furnished various government agencies and scientists with the same information, always ahead of the event. I am the man making these predictions. The "how and why" of it all is quite a long and involved account, and will be put into print here for the first time. As you might have guessed, UFO intelligences were behind all of these predictions, plus over 200 others like them. What you might not have guessed is that the UFO intelligences caused these things to happen. Let's get one thing absolutely straight. I am not a "contactee.” It all began in Fort Worth, Texas, where I had sorted out a group of three super-ESP people (one of them a doctor), who were quite advanced in clairvoyance and telepathy. I systematically used hypnotism with them, endeavoring to send their minds to seek out UFOs, and to establish mental contact with them. This they did, with considerable success, but that is another story. At that time, I lived with my tiny daughter Lornie, age eight. One particular evening, I was our driving along a lonely road in the Texas countryside, with my daughter in the seat next to me, just after dark. Suddenly she said, “Daddy, look! What is that?" and pointed out my driver's window to the left of our car. I took one look and immediately pulled over to the side of the road and parked. There coming across a field towards us, about 500 feet away, was a cigar-shaped object, with vivid colors streaming from it. White, blue, red, and green are the colors I remember strongly now. It seemed to be floating or gliding towards us, making no noise whatsoever. It came fairly close to our car (I would say to within 50 feet or so), then dipped downward and vanished completely. We had watched it for about two minutes. After that evening, strange things began to happen, Ideas began to come to me in a flood. First, these ideas helped me to write a book about healing. Then, as the years passed, something seemed to give me early intelligence about national and international events that later came to pass. I thought at first that I had somehow tapped into the intelligence behind Nature. I worked with this intelligence, whatever it was, and accomplished miracles with it. Finally, I brought my family to Washington, D.C., to place all of this information at the disposal of the United States government. But they couldn't seem to grasp what on Earth it was I was doing. One evening with the kids (I had my son with me then, too), the intelligence came to me stronger than ever. It told me to give a man I knew in the CIA a message. It would do something at the North or South Pole, which would change the electromagnetic field there, and it would make the newspapers. They said that when this happened, it would be absolute proof of my contact with these then unknown intelligences. Weeks passed, and nothing happened. But after five months, there it was: a UFO had parked itself over two scientific expeditions at the South Pole. It made sure it was photographed, and it altered the electromagnetic equipment at the bases involved. This was, of course, widely reported in the newspapers. After this, I knew that my contacts were UFOs. Shortly after that happened, I received a different sort of intelligence from them, while seated at the dining table with my two children. First, a triangle and rectangle popped into my mind, then the letters A, B, and C. I realized that this had never happened before, and that the UFOs must be contacting me. So I hushed the kids, grabbed a pencil and paper, and began making notes. The following is what came through at 10 p.m. on February 6, 1965: Can't come. Later we'll go find them and blot out. Here they were talking about some satellites the government had sent up, which the kids and I had been talking about just before the interruption. “When can we meet? We know you. We are friends. Tonight is late for us. Power low. Keep open mind. We will be back with you. Your needs will be met. A study is being made of how to bring this about. Why are your people crazy? Your Earth is disorganized. We would like to help organize it. We did once before, long ago in your time. People wore robes, as you call them, then, and wore beards on their faces. "Can you give me an instrument, like a pencil or something that would do unusual things, which I could use to convince our government of your reality?" You could not use what you call a pencil, but it is a good idea, and we will send you a tool for the purpose. You will know you have talked with us tonight. We will arrange, in the next few days, to be seen by your people, and by that method, you will know we are making a signal for you. Count the number of different places we are seen, and this will be the number of days before we are able to contact you again. A magnetic condition makes it hard for us to get through to you at all times. "Yes, but I need money, say $59,000, to buy a car and go across country to meet you. This is money," I said, holding up a bill that I had in my pocket. Yes, we know money, but do not use it. Can't you use diamonds? I immediately answered that diamonds could be used to obtain the needed cash. They replied that where they came from they had lots of diamonds. My suggestion was that they fly over me, and drop the diamonds. Their reply was as follows: "We will think of it. If we do, we will include the tool you need to prove to your people there must be no war on Earth, with atomic weapons. To this, I responded that I have tried to stop war, but to no use. Their answer was a fitting: "Yes, we did not think. Goodbye now, friend." So concluded their contact of February 6, 1965. One month, to the very day, they again saw fit to communicate with me; this time, with the following trade of words: We have a plan. Do you have a car machine? “Yes, but it will not work. It's broken. That's why I need money." We are going to take care of that money. Do not worry about it. You will be richer than anyone in your country before long. (This is one thing that has not come to pass. In fact, if anything, I have been very much without money since that time.) We want to see you, and talk to you.

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